Philip's light and shadow stayed in the Titannico's cabin, as quiet, deep, and vast as the universe outside the porthole. That's the universe, it's Philip, it's the Celestial Era, and it's the greatest being of the past, the present, and the future, the supercomputer.

Looking at Yun Ting, whose entire face was covered by a virtual helmet, Philip suddenly chuckled: "Philip, what a good name. Although the program has just told me that you have a lot of stomach acid and saliva, it proves that you are not talking about the name of a person, but the name of a steak. However, this is still good, proving that Philip, that is, Uncle Ben's name, is evergreen. ”

"It's usually remembered that it's something that is directly related to a person, even if it's the name of the food. Fortunately, it's not Kung Pao Chicken, it's not Buddha jumping over the wall, and it's not a dog ignoring it. Philip, that's good. ”

Yun Ting didn't hear it, and after wearing the virtual helmet, he had no perception of the outside world, and he couldn't wake up the user unless he touched the emergency button on the helmet. Fortunately, this is the case, otherwise Yun Ting would still be surprised when he heard what Philip said, and he would insist on using mental activity in the future, rather than allowing physical activity, because this would be seen through. It's just a matter of thinking about it, no one can control all the physiological activities, just as a person's pupils dilate and the pulse doesn't stop.

"Loneliness, since the professor died, no one has been able to treat me like a human being." Philip's old face softened, and he remembered something warm and worth remembering. The cold and rigid mechanical voice sounded, echoing in the cold cabin of the Titannicos, reminding Philip that computers do not need emotion, nor do they have emotion.

Philip is cold, the Titannico is also cold, and it is more silent than Philip, it's not that it doesn't want to speak, it's just that it talks less and less, there are no pirates or smuggling fleets that don't know Titannicos, and there is no pleasant sound from the Titannico when the spaceship hits. The tinkling of the past is now inaudible, because whenever the Titannico makes a tinkling sound, something will always explode, and there will always be a ship that will fall. So the Titannico spoke less and less.

"Dude." Philip said, reaching out to tap on the cabin to make the Titani speak, but forgetting that he was not physically present, and as a result, his hand went straight through the bulkhead. Philip laughed to himself, the laughter was as piercing as a chainsaw cutting through an iron plate, but the clouds couldn't hear it, the Titannico was silent, and no one protested.

"I hope you don't touch the core program, if it conflicts, it must be erased." glanced at Yun Ting without emotion, and Philip's light and shadow gradually faded. The icy mechanical synthesized sound remained in the icy cabin, and the same cold universe was colder, colder and colder.

An hour later, the Titannico stopped on the rooftop of Yun Ting's house, the virtual helmet on Yun Ting's head automatically fell, Yun Ting stood up and glanced around the cabin, but Philip was no longer there. I don't know when it disappeared.

"Philip, I'm going back." Yun Ting greeted, but no one answered. Seeing this situation, Yun Ting is also accustomed to it, supercomputers are everywhere, no place and no way, as long as he wants to see and disappear, no one can stop him.

Yun Ting stepped off the Titanica, and as soon as his foot stepped out of the hatch, the hatch closed automatically in the next second, and when he turned around, he could still only see a black dot. Yun Ting looked up at the sky, at this time, the genius was bright, and he didn't know how long Philip had been floating in space, and he had drifted until Yun Ting's squinting eyes were sleeping, and he was very energetic when he slept now. Walking off the rooftop and walking into the house, there was a fragrant wind, accompanied by the sound of delicate drops.

"Master, you're back, the leaves miss you." Ye Zi opened his arms and hugged Yun Ting, and lay in his arms. Feeling the softness of the pair of plump breasts in front of the chest lying down, as well as the fragrance that came to his nose, Yun Ting became more and more helpless, and had to use the old trick again.

"Yezi, I'm so hungry, let me taste your craft, hurry up, or your master will starve to death again."

Hearing Yun Ting's words, Ye Zicai reluctantly let go of his hand and turned around and walked to the kitchen. Yun Ting breathed a sigh of relief, this leaf is not slower than Philip, the same comes and goes without a trace.

After feeling it carefully, the palms of his hands were already covered with beads of sweat, his body was uncomfortable, and the purple and black robes on his body should be changed, so Yun Ting walked to the bathroom. After taking a shower and changing into casual clothes, Yun Ting went straight to the dining table, smelling the aroma of the food from afar, a hungry tiger pounced on food, and swept in speed under the gaze of the leaves.

Alone missed a dish, which was extremely rare for Yun Ting, after all, the shadow had not passed, it was a steak. As soon as he saw it, Yun Ting remembered Philip, and that signature chrysanthemum face, and when he thought of it, he couldn't eat steak.

After resting at home for two days, it is very comfortable, there are beautiful women and delicious food, what is there not to be satisfied with Yunting? Want to eat, full of Han people? It is not a problem that it is still the major cuisines of China during the Tianyuan era. To rest, the massage of the leaves is called comfortable, which can massage people to the fluttering and make the whole body relax. This is what the ancient saying about heaven and earth means, even if it is not much different, it is almost the same. On the morning of the fourth day, Yun Ting ate early, gave a command to Ye Zi, walked into his room, put on a virtual helmet, and went directly to the game.

The picture flashed, and the clouds appeared in the place where the game was offline, and I looked at the game time, and the time showed that this time was the time of 184 AD, and the weather was sunny, and it was suitable for travel, and it was forbidden to get married. At this time, the Beacon Opera Princes and the Oneiroi Machine had not yet been launched, and Yun Ting could only wait slowly.

"Cloud?" When they were bored, a group of simplely dressed men shouted Yun Ting's name and surrounded them, forming a semi-circle of encirclement, surrounding Yun Ting.

"Who are you?" While asking, Yun Ting's hand was already on the hilt of the Qingyu Sword, ready to draw his sword and kill at any time.

"Crazy brother, it's so hard to find you."

The crowd dispersed with the sound, and a big man walked out of it and walked towards Yunting, it was Zhang Bao!

"Second Brother Bao!" Seeing that it was Zhang Bao, Yun Ting's hand on the hilt of the sword immediately put it down, and if he didn't say anything else, he said that he had made friends with Zhang Bao, close to intimacy, and there was no revenge for killing his father and wife, and there would be no bloodshed between Yun Ting and Zhang Bao.

"Second Brother Bao, what are you looking for me to do?" Yun Ting asked.

In fact, Yun Ting also has an answer in his heart, that is, the Yellow Turban Rebellion, and now the time has been 184 years, and this year is exactly the time when Zhang Jiao launched the Yellow Turban Uprising. It's just that the specific time is unknown, because time is not fixed here, and the historical process may also stop, lag, or change for such and such reasons.

"You'll know with me, big brother has been waiting for you for a long time. We've been looking for you in Julu these days, but we can't find it, if it weren't for the big brother's divination, the hexagram shows that you are indeed in Julu, I would have thought you didn't know where to go. Zhang Bao grinned, and was about to step forward to hold Yunting's hand.

"Second Brother Bao, wait a minute, I sent a letter to my friend saying that we can go." After Yun Ting finished speaking, he sent a letter to each of the princes of the Beacon Fire Opera and the Oneiroi Machine, explaining in detail, and asking them to act separately, and then left with Zhang Bao.

"Third Brother Liang." Halfway through, Yun Ting saw Zhang Liang again, followed by a large number of people. "Negative maniac, you're here? Come with us, big brother is in a hurry to find you. As soon as they met, Zhang Liang greeted Yun Ting.

It can be seen that there is indeed something big going on, otherwise Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang would not be in such a hurry, each with a group of people running around the city.

Yun Ting is in his heart, and it has been determined that the Yellow Turban Rebellion is not far away, and the real Three Kingdoms, the real troubled times are about to begin.

Without further ado, the two groups of people merged into a group and turned many streets before they came to a large courtyard. As soon as he entered the door, Yun Ting saw Zhang Jiao sitting on a high platform in the center, surrounded by hundreds of people in front of him, these individuals were all kneeling, facing Zhang Jiao in a large circle, and in the middle of the circle, kneeling a man with a red upper body and tightly tied.

"Negative mania!" Zhang Jiao saw the clouds at a glance, and stood up from the high platform in surprise. The hundreds of kneeling people turned their heads in unison, and hundreds of eyes shot at the clouds along Zhang Jiao's gaze.

Yun Ting Quan looked at him like air, made a long gesture indifferently, smiled slightly, and said, "Mr. Xuan Ling, the madness is here." ”

"Good, good, good!" Zhang Jiao said hello three times in a row, and his eyes met the clouds, and it was fleeting. Everything is in plain sight, and there is no need to say anything more, confidant, something like this.

Waving the long sleeves of the Heavenly Master's robe, Zhang Jiao's gaze suddenly burst out of the Dao light, pointing at the naked man kneeling in the field, and said loudly: "Tang Zhou, how to deal with the apostate and traitor?" ”

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! The originally quiet crowd suddenly became angry and shouted loudly, even Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang were general, everyone was extremely fanatical and angry. Everyone waved powerful fists, and there was spit flying out of their mouths, and the hateful gaze was all explaining the fact that if there was no Zhang Jiao, then Tang Zhou would probably be divided immediately, eating flesh, broken bones, and dust.

"Well, burn at the stake! Use this person's flesh and blood to sacrifice to the Yellow Sky! Zhang Jiao said coldly, sat down again, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Master, master! My disciple is wrong, please forgive me! Tang Zhou cried and pleaded, and kept kowtowing, his blood had soaked a piece of land.

"Die, die! Huang Tian should stand! Huang Tian should stand! The voices of the crowd immediately drowned out Tang Zhou's voice, and the entire mansion boiled, as if a flame had been lit, and if it fluttered, it would ignite a fire.

Soon, five big men brought firewood, piled it into a pile and erected a large wood more than one person tall in the field, and Tang Zhou was struggling and was tightly tied to it. Although he struggled violently, and the position of his arms and thighs tied by straw ropes was also worn out due to the violent struggle, and blood oozed from the skin, but he still couldn't change his current situation.

All struggles are useless, just make yourself more miserable before you die. Even if the dying struggle really succeeds, there are so many people present, there is no chance of escape.

"Ignition!" With a command, five torches were thrown into the pyre, and the orange-red flames began to burn, and the firewood crackled and the billowing flames rose into the air. In a thrilling scream, the fire grew bigger and bigger, and a terrible sound rang out, with black smoke and the smell of something evil being roasted and burned.

"No, I don't want to die... Don't..."

Yun Ting smelled the burnt smell of the barbecue that filled the yard, and then the stench, the wood that stood in the pile was also burned to ashes, and it fell down with a bang.

There was a humanoid black shadow on it, which was the remains of the fire, and in this way, the ashes of Tang Zhou were mixed into the wood ash charcoal along with the flames, and it was impossible to distinguish whether it was human ashes or wood ashes. On the high platform, only a pile of wood remains, mixed with a small pile, carried by the wind, as if it would be blown away at any moment.